I spent a week and a half in Ubud on the island of Bali. Most evenings I would be at the Deli Cat, a little restaurant owned by an Icelander located a few steps from my guesthouse. The regular clientele was made up of artists and writers and musicians, most of whom were expats and...CONTINUE READING

It had only been a few weeks prior in Indonesia that I had ridden my first motorbike, a 125cc Honda with a surfboard mount tacked onto its side. Now I was in southern Laos, renting my second bike for a week. “You have driven motorbike before, yes?” The guy working at the travel agency was...CONTINUE READING